LOVE FROM THE MORGUE

I've worked at the private morgue for about five years now. It's a job that's taken a toll on my life, but it's also given me a unique perspective on the world. I've seen all sorts of things – bodies that were mistakenly brought in as dead, only to discover they were just in a coma or had collapsed. It's not uncommon for people to be brought to the morgue by mistake. Sometimes, the hospital staff or emergency responders don't check properly, and the person is declared dead prematurely. It's a sobering reminder that life is fragile and can be taken away in an instant. But it's not just the living that I've encountered in my time at the morgue. I've also seen the spirits of the dead. At first, I thought I was going crazy, but over time, I've come to realize that these spirits are trying to communicate with me. They want me to help them with something, but I'm not always sure what that is. Working the night shift at the morgue can be lonely. I'm often the only one here, surrounded by the silence of the dead. It's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's a mix of sadness, fear, and isolation. Sometimes, I'll talk to myself just to hear the sound of a human voice. But when the spirits come, I'll talk to them too. It's become a habit, one that's hard to break. Working at the morgue has affected my life in ways I never could have imagined. My lifestyle has changed, my dressing has changed, and even my relationships have suffered. People see me as abnormal, someone who talks to himself and sees spirits. It's hard to explain, and even harder to understand. I'm 26 years old, and I want to get married. I want to find someone who can understand me, someone who can see beyond the weirdness of my job. But it's hard to find someone like that. I've tried, but no girl wants to be in a relationship with me. They see me as a freak, someone who's too close to the dead. As I sit here in the morgue, surrounded by the silence of the dead, I realize that my job has come at a great cost. I've lost touch with the living, and I've become isolated from the world. But I've also gained something – a unique perspective on life and death. I've started to feel desperate. I'll do anything to find someone who can understand me. I've started to wonder if I'll ever find someone who can see beyond the surface, someone who can love me for who I am. Just then, I hear a faint whisper in my ear. It's a spirit, one that I've never seen before. She's trying to tell me something, but I'm not sure what. I lean in closer, my heart racing with anticipation. And that's when everything changes. The story continues in the next episode .